Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.
With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.
He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.
Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.
I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.
A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?
My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!

I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love
in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep.
Dreams drift bewildered in my head above
til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep.
The moon shines careless on this lonely soul
and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang.
As dark expands in shadows to console,
they slice the skin releasing bitter pain.
In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine,
a stranger once becomes now all I know.
Familiar taste upon my lips like wine
flows perfectly from starry tide aglow.
How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave,
deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun?
How do I live without the arms I crave,
amongst the crowds until the day is done?
I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within
to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile.
Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin.
Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile.
for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14

Strolling along the Rue de Seine,
It suddenly began to rain.
Crossing Boulevard Saint-Germain,
Against my bosom, petits pains.
Guarding his hair, like Brigitte Bardot!
Unsure which way the traffic would flow,
I reached out for a hand to hold:
Excuse was that he had a cold.
Although my eyes still remained dry,
These veins bled tears down to Versailles.
My love was still yet to find me:
A pauper to be my marquis.
Bardot worshipped me over pizza,
And said I was his Mona-Lisa.
He'd marry me if he’d had the money,
That statement, to me, just seemed so funny.
For t’would be cheaper than a Paris trip,
Down to the registrar: take a quick nip.
Just two of us would be adorable,
However simple or affordable.
I smiled though, wishing he was you,
Somewhere out there, of me, you dream too:
A man so unashamed to show
Love, that it would naturally glow.
It makes no difference what kind of ring,
If you have the power to make me sing.
I’ve dreamed of you so many nights,
Your eyes guide me like city lights.
Someone with whom to share my thoughts,
Geeky, nerdy, romantic sorts,
Who’ll whisper words straight from the heart,
Not easy for me to outsmart.
Witty, loving, trustworthy, kind,
Whose soul is hopefully not too blind
To see the gifts that I’ll bring to you:
A love of no more déjà vu.
And if these bones have turned to dust,
From earth, my soul, it shall combust,
To one day form a sunny star,
Away from all the steak-tartare.
And you, my moon that I’ll shine upon,
To light up nights in sweet Sorbonne,
Reminding me where I first met you,
As rain fell down upon that rue.
18th August 2016
Check out Daniel Turner's lovely and humorous response to this, "If I Were The One". It made my day :) http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/if_i_were_the_one___for_nicola_819731

When the waning moon casts its umber shadow on the earth,
During a supermoon eclipse all the skywatchers quietly gather;
A double spectacle of a gigantic swollen moon bathed in blood red,
And light creeping the edges of earth to create seven blue sisters.
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September 28, 2015
Quatrain
For the contest, Supermoon Eclipse, sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place

Oh supermoon looks so huge and pretty
Hiding behind the earth just for fun
We observe them from both town and city
Moon blushes red as the rising sun
09~30~15
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsored: by Eve Roper

An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.

As he gazed up at the Halloween moon
little red land crab became so confused
Wolves howling - he saw nothing in common
A witch flew by - he crawled away bemused

Halloween moon contest by Eve Roper
18 October 2015
Syllables: 10 per line
Word count: 32
Gecarcinus quadratus, known as the red land crab, whitespot crab, Halloween crab,moon crab, Halloween moon crab, mouth less crab or harlequin land crab, is a colourful land crab from the family Gecarcinidae.

Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.
And yet, we delve where darkness daunts
to fathom mystery, know what haunts
our souls when comes October-tide,
where fear and anguish both abide.
Each hidden passage, road or rill
we spy while walking makes us chill.
Gray shadow wings on ghostlike trees
make heart and footsteps quickly freeze.
All pathways lead where horrors thrill.
The heart is numbed as is our will.
Frail steps draw close toward the lair
where phantom talons might ensnare.
How long until we're safely home
free of this mental catacomb?
These questions spin within our head
as we trek fully gripped by dread.
How do souls flee such grievous fright?
Oh moon, postpone our dreadful plight.
Deliver us to warmth and home
from black enigmas in the gloam.

When night burns starless like a tomb,
shadow exults the dark and gloom.
Our souls hone fears sharp as a blade,
and every path holds certain doom.
To dare a trek on nights thus made
all rue in heart their fool's crusade.
Through shadowed vestige, mute and still
all dreams of past and future fade.
Fainthearted now, we lack the will
to slow our heart, to mount the hill,
where specters sing their doleful tune,
and dread alone makes one's blood chill.
Dark, boundless night would have us swoon,
so pray that safety comes, and soon.
When souls feel trapped by shadows dire
we cast our hopes upon the moon.
The moon sustains as twilight's fire,
it tarries until dusk expire.
When sunlight ends the night's deep mire,
we'll share new hope by dawn's bright pyre.
~~~Night Burns~~~

Bright last quarter, soft, cool moon
Blue-gray sky, sun rising soon.
Pearl-like gem in heaven's row
Lead us to sun's brilliant show.
Morning light on soft feet creeps
Showing us such verdant keeps.
Birds awake and sing their tune
Chirp, chirp at the passing moon.
Great owl sweeps a field for prey
Folks arise, another day.
Daylight grows, hot coffee brews
Soon we'll read the morning news.
Outside air is clean and warm.
On each corner, day shapes form.
Sounds of joy and life, all strong
signalling the waking throng.
Fade fast now last quarter moon.
Soon the sun will see you swoon.
But, at dusk, another eve
There the cloak of night to weave.
Bright Last Quarter
7-9-15
Trochaic

Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For 'tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning
The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing
Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to your darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole
Though my eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Forever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight

When small monsters’ feet leap and a moaning breeze
lifts leaves along their path in the eerie glow
of a moon that peeks through skeletal dark trees,
it’s time for tricks and a candy overflow!
Written October 15, 2015

Sagan grins from a Pale Blue Dot
As LCROSS finds water in Cabeus.
Is Su Shih's bright moon finally told --
Echoed by Dickinson's moon of gold?
Did Armstrong sit in contemplation
O'er cheesy man-in-the-moon inspiration
By Yeats, Coleridge, Thomas (Dylan) and Shelley;
Li Po, Longfellow, Whitman and Lindsay?
Under Moore's young moon of May we're planting
Bamboo groves in moonbeams slanting.
Moonrise to moonset, across dead rivers --
Elvis and Emily share moon-rock shivers.
To Sandburg's moon of harvest silver,
Wells used Cavorite (but just a sliver).
Now, listen as the Selonites motion --
Whispering of Earth and its teeming blue ocean.
While I, wild moon-child, begin to spool
By the light of Merritt's Lovecraftian Pool:
"Moon-water shall be the death of me
This year."

While claws of full moon pierce the lanes, beware
For Hallow slakes on a witching twilight,
Ghoulish tricks from dark shadows choke the air
Engraving beams with ripped imprints of fright!
Halloween Moon Contest of Eve Roper
10/20/2015

Too late I learned the Supermoon had been around.
Another chance I missed to see some magic in the air!
To see it red, I ran fast to my yard and found
A plain full moon that looked down at me in my underwear!
Written 10/1/2015
For Supermoon Eclipse Contest

If I could take you anywhere
I’d take you to the moon
Far above the trees and clouds
And we would go there soon.
The first thing I would do for you
As we went along the way
Is pluck a few stars from the sky
And make you a bouquet.
We’d walk along the moon dust
With only our bare feet
And feel it come between our toes
Then our eyes would meet
We’d sit on the edge
With our legs dangling free
And every trouble would leave my heart
When you smiled at me
And then you would take my hand
And I’d give you the grand tour
Because this moon is a place
That I have been before
You see, I’ve been to the moon often
In my dreams throughout the years
The moon is my special place
That I’ve treasured and held dear.
Never has a person
Been to the moon with me
And I told myself the one who would,
To my heart would hold a key.
And so my moonlight loved one
It is you who holds the key
And I’ve brought you to this place
That is cherished unto me
I want to say I love you
It is you whom I adore
Will you use the key you have
To open my heart’s door?
And in one sweep you’d take me
Into your warm embrace
I would see the look of forever
Etched upon your face
In that single moment
My life would change for good
I’d find my true love on the moon
As I always knew I would…
February 16, 2006
Holly Miller

Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullaby
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolic on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
Let's live with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide and a moonbeam for a sail,
we'll leave this earth for good, we'll walk on stellar trails.

Worlds apart, yet so very close
As two hearts can beat as one
The sun shines upon us both
Then evening moon does come
We share a place we call our own
When the moon then sheds its light
We meet there, in shadow cast
As day turns into night
You wait for me in lover’s robe
As I come into view
The smile that you give to me
I then give back to you
With your hand, you take my own
You lead me to your tree
Beneath the arms, its mighty limbs
We share love, you and me
Betwixt by nighttime’s hidden glow
Our hearts then shine, form light
Caressing skin, with lips so soft
We bathe in our delight
As the moon, so then descends
To the other side of the earth
We whisper into each other’s ears
A thanks for our rebirth

Moon, with all your lanterns lit like orange pyres
Slinking hustlers, wingeth' rustlers, they don't tire
as they dance around your ball of great red fire,
cats and bats of hollow's eve, dressed in attire
October 17, 2015